In the back of a stone den a black pup quivered as he dreamed.
Death. Death to you, and all your kin. I will follow you! No escape! You can never escape.The shadows poured out of the walls, giant red eyes glaring at his prone form, maniacal laughter floating about and drifting away. They moved to touch the pup's body, anticipation and hate and hunger their bodily figures, and as their darkness met with his they grew larger and stronger. The melded together into one creature, eyes peering from all over at the young, sleeping wolf, danger dripping from its expressions. It slid through the den, ignoring the pup's siblings and parents, its eyes only for the dark one. It reached forward to swallow him up, blood dripping from its long white teeth."No!" The pup jerked from his sleep and wildly searched for the monster that he knew was watching him. Whimpers shook his small body, tears welled in his eyes as fear rendered him immobile. "M-mom, it's in here...MOM help it's coming after me!" The black pup shrieked and scrambled towards his tawny mother, searching for comfort at her belly. Her damp nose bumped against his flank and her tongue began to run along his fur, wordlessly bringing safety as he drank her milk. Slowly his eyes began to droop once more and his head sank to the floor of the den, and he slept without interruption.
"MOM run!" Sharp hooves pounded the dirt in the shallow gorge where the pack had been hunting, the dozens of deer not caring where their fear brought them; all they wanted was to escape from the dark pelted wolf who had snapped at their heels. Many wolves fled from the stampede in terror, leaving behind those who were crushed beneath the flood of beasts. Ethel, their tawny leader who carried pups in her belly, couldn't run. She heard the voice of her son calling out to her, but the thorny branches would not let her go. Hooves thudded against her body as deer rushed by. Death whispered soothingly, life hissed angrily. Just as she gave up her struggle against the barren, hateful branches a body was flung across her, shielding her own from the relentless blows. Hati coughed the dust that had risen during the stampede he had caused, protecting his mother from the frantic beasts and letting their feet stamp against his flanks rather than hers. He opened one eye, peeking to see if it was nearly over, and in slow motion a deadly hoof slammed against his face. Pain shot through his body as he flipped across the dirt. He tried to rise, but was again flung to the ground as another hoof stamped into his throat. Blood poured from the wound and from his mouth, and Hati tried to call for help he knew wouldn't come, but only a gurgling cough came out. Blackness came, and he took it gratefully.
No. Please. Don't do this. Hati stood surrounded, facing his mother as she stared through him, having just stated his exile. Fear and pain shook his body as he pleaded with her silently; since the stampede yesterday his voice had not returned, and nor had his left eye. Life as a loner would only end in death, she had to know this and understand she couldn't simply toss him out. But Ethel turned away with a blank face and her pack followed, leaving Hati to stand alone. Homeless, friendless, destined to die as a mere yearling. A single tear slid down his face before he also turned his back, disowning his family who had already done the same, and trotted away to meet fate.
Hati jerked from his sleep, the pain and regret of his dreams not bothering to go away. He yawned and stretched on the snowy rock he rested upon, looking over his surroundings. The sun was no longer bright but hidden by clouds, and a chill had entered the river wolf's blood. Hunger, as always, gnawed at his stomach.
Suddenly he stopped all movement, his golden eye fixed on a dark form that moved slowly over the snow. It was a wolf, a female, and she seemed hesitant to be here. A frown curved Hati's lips and he carefully sniffed the breeze, finding her scent to be mixed with his leader's as well as other wolves he knew as friends and family. The black male jumped from the boulder he had slept upon and trotted to meet his new pack-mate, for it would be rude not to. His steps through the powdery snow were uncannily quiet so he snorted airily to announce his presence behind the strange female, his eye still carrying the emotion of his memories.